Go to Main Street.
From Create Your Own Story
Main Street is the main thoroughfare of Blessed Union. It's populated with delightfully depraved characters, such as Blessed Union's most famous couple - the Hole and the Pole. There are street performers, such as the Butt Plug Girls. And there are attractions, such as the Gloryholes, the Stocks, and the Execution Wheel.
You walk down the street with Lily. Up ahead, you see a crowd gathering. They've made a circle around a cart being pushed by the tallest man you've ever seen.
He must be at least seven feet tall!
But his height is not the most striking thing about him. He's wide. You feel like you could lay across his shoulders comfortably, or that he could have you sit in the palm of his hand while he did curls. You look at his ragged leather vest and leather pants stretched so tight they look like they're painted on, and you can't help but wonder where he ever finds clothes that fit. And then you do a double take. The bulge in his pants is at least as long and thick as your forearm, and that's soft while being compressed by those pants.
"That's Blessed Union's most famous couple - the Hole and the Pole," Lily says, pointing. With that massive bulge, you understand instantly that he must be the Pole.
But where's the Hole?...
You watch as a man walks up, unzips his pants, and starts rhythmically humping something on the cart. But wait; that's not a something, though it might not be able to be described as a someone. Lying atop the cart is a human torso. She has scars on her shoulders and hips where her arms and legs were amputated years ago. She has no breasts, only scars across her chest where breasts once were before they were sliced off. A wide leather band is wrapped around her waist, which the Pole now uses to lift her with one hand and spin her around. The man had been thrusting into the Hole - her gaping cunt covered in layers of cum - some dried and caked on, some globs still jiggling wetly - from what must be dozens of men. The Pole spins her in the air and sets her back down on the cart. Her head flops back off the edge of the cart, a moan emerging from her soon to be well filled throat. She's completely bald, and after a moment you realize her body is completely hairless. Her eyes must have been sewn shut long ago because they are now somewhat formless healed sockets of skin. Her tongue has been cut out so she cannot speak, but her eager moans belie her desire to be used like the Hole that she is. The man aligns his cock with her open mouth and pushes forward, sliding easily into her throat. He hardly draws back before he pushes in again, certainly not giving the Hole a chance to get a breath, and then he just stands there with the Hole's throat impaled on his cock as she desperately swallows, trying to get a breath. The man enjoys the desperate tightening and loosening of her throat around his cock for what must be several minutes without giving her any air. Then her torso starts shaking on the cart, or perhaps convulsing. This goes on for at least a minute, before she is still. Finally, the man pulls out to give her a breath, but she doesn't breathe. The Pole laughs, a deep and cruel sound, before slamming the heel of his closed fist down on the center of the Hole's chest. He's restarted her heart, and her unconscious body draws in a long and ragged gasp. She shakes a bit, though not as violently as the convulsions of a moment ago, and you imagine her body is trying desperately just to restore consciousness. But now she must be conscious once again, because she opens her mouth and makes eager sounds, trying to get the man to start fucking her throat once more.
"She really is nothing but a live sex toy for men to abuse," Lily says, a tinge of jealousy creeping into her voice. "The Pole brings her here every day to let men fuck her cunt and ass and throat, fist her, insert things inside her, you name it. He doesn't even make them pay; gods know how he makes a living." Lily pauses a moment, admiring the bulge in the Hole's throat as the man pumps his cum straight into her stomach. "The Pole's done everything he can to turn her into nothing more than a sex toy - take away her limbs, her tongue, her hair, her eyes - not to mention all the brain damage she's probably suffered from being choked out or knocked unconscious so many times and resucitated. Who knows if she'd even be able to speak if she had a tongue." Lily pauses again and you both watch as the man pulls out, unzips, and walks away. The Hole's mouth starts opening and closing like a fish desperate for air, needing to be filled by cock. "One thing's for sure, though; she can't get enough."
Stop and watch the Hole and the Pole.
You and Lily continue walking down Main Street. On the side of the road, you see what look like three booths, only instead of having doors, there are simply three holes, about six inches in diameter, at about waist level. Suddenly, from the third hole a huge, throbbing penis thrusts out. You ask Lily what those booths are.
"Mmmm...." she says, biting her lip when she gets a glance at that cock. "Those are the Gloryholes. You can't see it from here, but there are curtains on the other side. Anyone who wants to can go in through the curtains and wait. If they want to fuck something, they stick their cocks out and hope someone sucks or fucks them. I'm thinking about that guy, myself!" With that, she runs a hand over her body briefly before noticing you notice and blushing just a tad. She clears her throat before continuing. "If they want to take a cock, they wave their fingers out the hole to get people's attention." Just then, as if on cue, a hand reaches partially out of one of the holes and wiggles their fingers. "See!" Lily says. "Soon, somebody will go stick his cock in there. Maybe he'll get a blowjob, maybe he'll get to fuck a pussy or an ass. But you have to be careful, because you never know what you're going to get. I've heard that people have brought their dogs back behind the curtains and made men fuck dog cunt. I've even heard that one man trained one of the calves from his farm to suck a cock like it was sucking on a cow's teat, and he had that calf giving blowjobs to men all day long. I don't know if that's true or just a rumor, but whatever's in there, you'll get your dick wet!"
Stop and look at the Gloryholes.
As you and Lily continue on, she tells you more about Blessed Union. There are no jails in Blessed Union; punishment is dealt another way. People can pay their debt to society by offering their services in the Stocks (either willingly or unwillingly), or they can provide entertainment with their death at the Execution Wheel.
